you sat in front of your homey tombstone, decorated by tears of the departed, the departing, and the newly born, we are young in body but old in soul, whisked about and away by whiskey and the sunlight, sun-dripped on milk in glass translucent as the second coming, but deception, long as round-the-earth flight, slithers under your welcoming bed, it rocks and asks for conformity, rocks and asks for stillness, asks for silence, asks for more, asks to be wed, asks for a lore you were born radiant but duller and duller you become as the hallways that ushered your caretakers, your future, ice ...Read more

Down at the marina I marveled at men surprised by fish So I asked their youngest Why He stared at me, the fool, and said "Mister, just because there's water There isn't always Life" ...Read more

I am lover left unamazed Had I not just hovered miles, heading Heart-first into night To quell my search for injustice I Bred within myself O', I will be okay, but perhaps not This week, perhaps have I not Floated on too long that ground already Feels absent, and in my heathened Hardened, halt-adjacent memoir in its current making I can forego into closing of a book unrivaled, unread, the taste of Pages on Someones' lips I shimmy into roads, the chimney of sorrowful Bountiene Frank, will I be luckier the next try? Or would I Be (more or just) as excited, again, to decamp Guess I ...Read more